Who whips you?

Among slaves, a common way for one slave to inquire of another her owner is to ask, "Who whips you?"
Swordsmen of Gor     Book 29     Page 232

It is a common way, amongst slave girls, when inquiring another girl's master, to ask, "Who whips you?" I would then answer, "Desmond of Harfax," or "My master is Desmond of Harfax."
Conspirators of Gor     Book 31     Page 660

"Who whips you?" she asked.

"Tullius Quintus, of Ar," I said.
Actually he had never whipped me, though I had occasionally felt his switch, and her question was no more than a polite way of inquiring to whom I might belong.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 185

"Who whips you?" she screamed.

"Tullius Quintus," I exclaimed, "of Ar!"

"We shall see!" she cried. "Kneel up, you disgusting creature!"

I knelt up, and she, bending down, seized my hair and pulled my head back, sharply. I cried out, wincing.

"Who owns you?" she said.

"Tullius Quintus, of Ar," I said.

"Liar!" she cried.

"Mistress?" I said.

"Lying slave!" she cried.

"It is on my collar, noble Mistress!" I wept.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 187

"Who whips you?" she asked.

I thought for a moment, hesitating.

"Surely you know who whips you?" laughed Paula.

"Tenrik, of Siba," I said. "Who whips you?"

I had never been whipped, though my master Kurik of Victoria, never hesitated to use the switch on me when I had been stupid, slow to respond, or in any other way the least bit displeasing. I well knew myself under discipline. I would have it no other way. A woman, I was thrilled to be subject to a man's discipline. I wished, desperately to be pleasing to my master. The question, incidentally, is little more than a ritual. It is merely a slave's way of inquiring concerning the master of another slave, or a free person's way of inquiring of a slave the name of her master. The question, in effect, inquires as to whose whip one is subject, namely, who owns one.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Pages 331 - 332

"Who whips you?" I asked.

"I am the slave of Decius Albus, of Ar," she said. "With more than four hundred others!"
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 401

"Who owns you? Who whips you? Where are you chained or caged? What is your name?" demanded the first guardsman.
Quarry of Gor     Book 35     Page 230

"Who whips you?" he asked.

"I am the slave of Ho-Tosk, of Port Kar, Master of the Golden Chain," I said.

"Who whips you?" is a common way of asking a slave girl her master's name. Slave girls, on the whole, are seldom, if ever, whipped. That is because they strive to be pleasing and there is no reason to whip them. Sometimes they beg to be whipped, to be reassured that they are only slaves. Ho-Tosk, for example, had never whipped me, or had me whipped. Perhaps the inquiry had rather be, "To whose whip are you subject?" One does expect, of course, to be punished, if one is not pleasing. Who could respect a master who does not keep us in our place, at his feet? One soon learns not to test the limits of one's discipline, as it is quite real, as real as hissing leather and weighty chains. One does not forget one is a slave.
Quarry of Gor     Book 35     Page 319

Slave girls, on the whole, are seldom, if ever, whipped. That is because they strive to be pleasing and there is no reason to whip them. Sometimes they beg to be whipped, to be reassured that they are only slaves. Ho-Tosk, for example, had never whipped me, or had me whipped. Perhaps the inquiry had rather be, "To whose whip are you subject?"
Quarry of Gor     Book 35     Page 319